As The Troops Went Through Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCBCDDEE FFGEGEHIDD JJKLKLDDDD MMNONOCCEE PPQRQRDDEEI heard this day as I may no more | A |
The world's heart throb at my workshop door | A |
The sun was keen and the day was still | B |
The township drowsed in a haze of heat | C |
A stir far off on the sleepy hill | B |
The measured beat of their buoyant feet | C |
And the lilt and thrum | D |
Of a little drum | D |
The song they sang in a cadence low | E |
The piping note of a piccolo | E |
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The township woke and the doors flew wide | F |
The women trotted their boys beside | F |
Across the bridge on a single heel | G |
The soldiers came in a golden glow | E |
With throb of song and the chink of steel | G |
The gallant crow of the piccolo | E |
Good and brown they were | H |
And their arms swung bare | I |
Their fine young faces revived in me | D |
A boyhood's vision of chivalry | D |
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The lean hard regiment tramping down | J |
Bushies miners and boys from town | J |
From 'mid the watchers the road along | K |
One fell in line with the khaki men | L |
He took the stride and he caught their song | K |
And Steve went then and Meneer and Ben | L |
Long Dave McCree | D |
And the Weavers three | D |
All whisked away by the Come Come Come | D |
The lusty surge of the vaunting drum | D |
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I swore a prayer for each soldier lad | M |
He was the son that might have had | M |
The tall bold boy who was never mine | N |
All brave with dust that the eyes laughed through | O |
His shoulders square and his chin in line | N |
Was marching too with the gallant few | O |
Passed the muffled beat | C |
Of their swanking feet | C |
The swell of drum the exulting crow | E |
The wild bird note of the piccolo | E |
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They dipped away in the listless trees | P |
A mother wept on her beaded knees | P |
For sons gone out to the long war's end | Q |
But more than mother or man wept I | R |
Who had no son in the world to send | Q |
The hour lagged by and drifting high | R |
Came the fitful hum | D |
Of the little drum | D |
And faint but still with an ardent flow | E |
The pibroch call of the piccolo | E |
Edward Dyson
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